"Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery."

It's not exactly fast food, but Cheeburger Cheeburger (I think it's a national chain) has the best chain burger I have ever eaten. I was sceptical at first, since they're not cheap, but you get unlimited toppings from this massive list. One third pound of grilled cow on a fresh bun, with salsa, jalapenos, black olives, cheddar jack, red peppers, red onions, tomato, lettuce, and hot sauce... it was like my mouth had an orgasm.

And I don't mean that in the way JJL is thinking of mouth orgasms.

*--For behavior unbecoming anyone, perpetrated in real time over an extended--AH, FUCK IT! MORE MALIBU, BITCHES!!

Cheeburger Cheeburger is the shit. There is one up the road from me and it rocks. I've never tried the One Pounder, but I have had The Serious... With some Frings.

"Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery."